After conducting long, grueling, never-ending research, Dean came to the conclusion that he was just a bit too soft on Sammy. What could he say? His brother knew how to win him over.
"I'm sorry I just suddenly up and left you to go to Stanford without trying to fix things, Dean. Especially since I knew Dad wouldn't," Sam apologized. Then he held out his hands, and the gift-wrapped package he'd come with. "I got you pie."
"You're forgiven," Dean said instantly.
"I'm sorry about running off in the middle of the night and leaving you to wake up with me gone."
"Which time?"
"I brought pie."
"I forgive you."
"I'm sorry about falling in with Ruby and the demon blood. Here, I bought pie as an apology."
"No need to beg, Sam. You're completely forgiven."
"I just accidentally started the Apocalypse, Dean. But . . . I got you a pie."
"Hot damn, Sammy, I forgive you!"
Just a bit. He'd really have to be harder on his brother.
"Dean . . ."
"What?"
"I've got pie."
"You're forgiven."
"It's not me, Dean."
"Who?"
"Cas is partnering with Crowley. He sent you this pie."
"Dammit, Cas, I don't want no stupid pie!"
"I didn't look for you while you were in Purgatory, Dean. Sorry."
"Oh . . . how could you, Sammy?"
"I brought you pie, though."
"Forget about it, s'all good."
No worries. Tough love, and all that.
He hoped Sammy didn't take it too harshly.